They say that women don’t need men, and I believe that to be true. We don’t need men. But, by whatever powers may exist, does my young heart lie awake late at night and long to feel what it has never felt. My eyes wander to the moon and my soul out the window, in search of some companion that my selfish belief in fate says must be out there. Somewhere. I am searching.
lights flash / bodies bend / like the minds behind the bathroom stalls / polished tile instead of varnished gym floor / soles (souls) unfit for dancing attempt to replicate that short they stumbled upon last night / dial of pressure cranked to red
i wonder if that barren winter tree shivers in the wind
wishing on its last leaf for the revitalizing life of spring to come sooner.
i wonder if that isolated cloud feels the weight of the rain it carries
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omg i relate so hard to this. like every word. you explained it so beautifully <33
Thanks! <3
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